Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.